1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2his nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown

5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave

9The fasting fakir doesn’t smell the less
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11watching manure and compost coalesce

12Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14soliloquies predict great things old chum

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